Harry had a rather idyllic childhood. He spent most of his time in his cupboard. Not out of obligation, but out of choice. He hated the Dursleys, and the Dursleys hated him, so it was only natural. He would come out to get his meals or go to school, but he spent most of his early life drawing on the cupboard walls. The Dursleys were annoyed at first, but after a while, they just showed it to friends as proof of Harry's "vandalistic tendencies".

Harry's skill with drawing gradually improved, until one day, in a moment of intense boredom, a bird drawn on one of the walls came alive. Not in the traditional sense – the bird simply began moving around, gliding on the endless white walls riddled with other drawings. The bird couldn't make sounds, and it couldn't leave the wall, but it could create a speech bubble above it's head, with various text which Harry later discovered to be various bird calls written in English. The bird moved in ordinance to Harry's whims, and Harry suddenly found that he could move the bird to any solid surface in the neighborhood.

Eventually, however, Harry became bored with the bird, and erased it. The idea, however, remained, and the next morning he drew a tiny human form on the wall. The human wandered around the house during the day, while telling Harry via speech bubble what people in the neighborhood talked about or what his relatives had been doing at night. Harry drew hundreds on human figures, just about the size of his palm. These wandered across Surrey, gathering information. In a world where information was power, Harry had both.

As Harry's power grew, his drawings began interacting with the world in strange and subtle ways. Harry drew spikes on the bottom of his shoes, and found his traction greatly improved. A drawn figure could pick up a cell phone and call a real phone. A drawn figure once punched the glass aquarium at school and created a spiderweb of real cracks, from which water began to leak. Drawn figures did his homework. Harry contented himself with staying in his cupboard and did nothing but watch as the little guys crawled through the cracks in the walls, and told (speech-bubbled) fascinating stories of the outside world.

As Harry was engaged in his spy network, he began spending less time inside the house, and finishing his meals earlier. Thus, Harry was already in his cupboard as his uncle sent Dudley to get the mail, and he missed the whitening of this Aunts face as she read a certain Hogwarts letter. Ironically, Harry's hunger for information left him without any figures spying on the relatively boring Dursleys, causing him to remain ignorant of the wizarding world for the time being.

Dudley stared as his parents threw a huge fuss over the letter. Dudley could've cared less. His father was probably going to rant about taxes or his job, or something like that. Needless to say, Dudley's interest spiked as his parents walked into another room, told him to stay at the table, and locked the door. The boy wondered if his parents really expected him to follow their directions. Probably. The naivety of the elder Dursleys never ceased to surprise Dudley. Regardless of his parents thoughts, Dudley pressed his ear against the lock hole, and learned something surprising about his cousin. boring Dursleys, causing him to remain ignorant of the wizarding world for the time being.